Leave behind the skin of who I once was.
Losing perception, all is lost without an effort to persuade myself from dying.

Intrusive pleasure,
A desire to live amongst men who dream of living.
Pursue the thoughts that make me feel less of a feeling

Residual effects of a lingering damage,
Entice my soul to cross it's altered contortions.

Pleading with my own mind, genuinely losing time,
Days pass in empty grey as I view a sea of blues and greens, the aura of mystery.

All I need is a hole in my head.
As if the end can bring a sense of humor into a single paradox.

A cycle of repeated atrocities.

The moon has finally dissipated from me.


from Lucid Connection, released August 25, 2018


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